Tag Archives: Jack Foster

By Day’s End

Two sides of one house argue semantics and ideology, while on most street corners ideology is abandoned – abstractions reduced to meaningless banter. A man walks by a century-old no-named shop, an artifact of a dream that faded into darkness … Continue reading

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Birds of Paradise for the New World Order

Drones in a flock, a kettle, a murder, ascend into the bright, smoggy firmament, unbound from the fetters of Euclidean geometry. This sky is their sky – they carry human eyes in their underbelly, allowing distant men to observe the … Continue reading

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Photoaugliaphobia

As I drive down the 15, half past midnight, the abrasive glow of the halogen lights of the asshole behind me flashes into my eyes and makes me wish the light could spirit me away. All at once, I wish … Continue reading

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